It is easy to make comparisons with a band who have had 16 or so albums, have a career spanning over three decades and remain one of the most influential and copied bands in the world. And, in fairness, Sonic youth probably aren’t the band that Pygmy Shrews are trying to follow, if even they’re trying to follow anyone at all. But when you’re making angry, drone-fuelled noise rock with an enigmatic singer and a caterwauling female vocalist, at times it is difficult to think of anyone else.
Though the shadow of their NYC forbearers is large, Pygmy Shrews do more than enough to stand on their own. They’re heavy, verging on metal at points, but they manage to remain in control of their huge, unwieldy racket somehow, mixing half-attempted harmonies and furious shredding of slightly detuned guitars. It sounds simple, but it far from is – there have been few bands since No Age that have managed to perfect the mix between pushing the boundaries of alternative rock whilst still sounding so ridiculously brilliant. The only thing that sounds as if it would be more fun that being at one of their shows is actually being in the band themselves. Words are not enough.
pygmy shrews – please brain drugs
pygmy shrews – catheter